The knight lay beside the spy, cloaked in darkness, fingers twined.
"I wish you'd stay," he mumbled, aware of his selfishness.
"I serve my realm," replied the spy, forgiving the selfishness, for he knew where it it came from. Their first loyalties were to their fortuitously and currently allied kingdoms.
The knight grunted softly as he nodded, a gesture more felt than seen.
Undoubtedly their paths would cross again, as would their swords...